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[intro: az] yea, n*gg*z actin’ like the rap game is over like we in new york, it’s east coast baby

[verse one: az] i get doe, head, whole lot of hate to cop my lp it’s like them hoes can’t wait stimulate the minds of them killers upstate and these snakes among deceive i diss was dead weight use to hit n*gg*z with work and the crate guerrilla rap will still smack the smirk of your face was jail baited bounced from strip b*tches got raped now the d*ck game is so insane i can’t fake the stakes when you f*ckin’ with chicks chasin’ them brakes so if they ain’t holdin’ bank then they can’t get the hnic and sh*t a hustler’s rap artist, pardon, az stats regardless heartless, haunt n*gg*z like the anti christ my advice ‘fore you lose your life, is think twice before you creep on it, put beef on it, sleep on it the weak get left in the streets with no garments ice grillin’ n*gg*z, to me it’s the most harmless don’t embarr*ss yourself, you way out of foreign grounds when n*gg*z bullsh*t with them pounds i don’t f*ck around dunny, i lay it down, keep it thoro..